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15 Chapter Twelve: The Genius Who Fell to the Mundane World
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Tang Luo examined the person in front of him. The coarsely made hemp clothes couldn’t hide his robust stature. Even when he bent down to pay respects, he was not much shorter than himself. His hands were bulky and conspicuous, which indicated he must have worked out regularly. Although his face looked fierce, the youthful innocence between his brows and eyes had not faded completely, signifying this was also a young child.

“Let’s not bother about the subject of servitude for now, what is your name and how old are you?” With interest, Tang Luo asked this abrupt self-appointed servant.

Interestingly, he was one of only two people at the peak of the Mortal Realm in the training area, with the numbers on his head showing 999 (322).

Cultivation Ground No.7 served for training the Tang Family’s clan warriors. While many were training there, most of them were very young. They usually started their training, all expenses covered by the Martial Hall, since the foundation-building stage.

Dozens of kids were there between the ages of sixteen and seventeen and as young as eleven or twelve. Each year in September, the Tang Clan’s branches would come to select the martial artists from the Martial Hall. Those excellent Mortal Realm peak martial artists, like this individual, would be the sought-out talents that the branches would fight for. Judging by his proficient martial technique and successful body training, this boy didn’t have to rush in offering himself.

“My name is Fang Han, and I am fifteen years old,” Fang Han answered respectfully. His heart sank. He had not considered that the young lord of the main clan in front of him would not accept him immediately. It seemed that Tang Luo didn’t know him well. It was normal for the former top genius of Xiling City to be above others, so he added, “I’m at the peak of Mortal Realm and wish to become Lord Tang Luo’s servant.”

Um? So persistent? Tang Luo was curious. Although he indeed was in need of a trustworthy subordinate, having someone visit directly was somewhat unusual.

If one were to say he had some strong appeal that could make someone upon first meeting want to serve him, especially someone older than himself, that would be nonsense. At least he was an adult (in terms of mental age), he should have such discernment. So, he planned to investigate Fang Han’s background before deciding whether to accept him.

“I will need some time to consider the matter of servitude. In the meantime, you should also consider it carefully.” Tang Luo, not understanding why he was so persistent, did not plan to accept him before completing the investigation. But for the sake of wisdom, he had to clarify: “I’m just thirteen, so it may be seven or even ten years before I will set up my own family. You should think carefully about the risks of becoming my servant. Please leave now, other students need to ask about martial arts techniques.”

Fang Han really wanted to shout out that he had thought it through wholeheartedly, but seeing Tang Luo’s casual behavior, he felt his pride deeply wounded. He hurriedly bowed and backed off, but his heart was full of indignation: You young boy, dare to look down on me.

Although Cultivation Ground No.7 had dozens of students, with Tang Luo’s extreme teaching method, he subjugated all of them in just a few hours. Therefore, he had the entire afternoon to himself.

He planned to visit the steward’s office for some help.

“Uncle Fu, the new table looks so beautiful!” Tang Luo came to Chang Fu with a full smile, his hands caressing the new wooden table, his tone very relaxed.

Having lived so many years, Chang Fu certainly knew that Tang Luo had come for something, so he immediately asked, “Young master, do you have anything for this old servant to do?”

Reverent tone, modest attitude, Uncle Fu was still Uncle Fu.

“Uncle Fu, if you act like this, I will be hit. I just wanted to ask if you could help me find out some information about Fang Han from Cultivation Ground No.7.” Tang Luo came mainly for this matter – a man on the Wulin (Martial Arts World) road, undoubtedly needed several followers, but the roots must be clear.

to offer himself, Tang Luo didn’t need to fuss over it. The records of students from Training Ground 7

“Young master, your

the agreement made by Tang Bin to promote Tang Luo as

cultivation grounds, there was only one

this Fang Han start his foundation-building so late?” Tang Luo took a chair and placed it

attitude and began to explain, “Fang Han was originally an abandoned child left under

the jade pendant to a

well. He barely raised Fang Han until he was four years old,

begging and was tricked by some thugs

and nimble and became a well-known little thief on Linjiang Street when he was five or six

lived like this until he was twelve. Somehow he saved enough money to invest

academy is called the Huo Family Martial Arts Academy, precisely one of our Third Family’s businesses. The headmaster, Huo Zhuang, is a clan warrior. He saw that although Fang Han was older, he completed his foundation-building in just one year. This made the Clan thoroughly

crime. Therefore, the Martial Hall accepted him. Bo Shan was on good terms with Huo

protagonist – an extraordinary birth and a life of self-strengthening. It was hard to

enough to understand that learning martial arts was the only way out. Many small-time gangsters, after having money, would

There were many sad things in life, and not knowing where one came from was one of them. Fang Han might

initially thought of taking Fang Han as a family servant, but after hearing his story, he was moved with compassion. He wanted to do something

Who wouldn’t want a future head of the family who takes care of them? Having a good person like young master Tang Luo,

Luo scratched

scolding a few particularly slow students,

……

fell, in his

two months since he lost his cultivation. The sudden appearance of this Star Core was still baffling, but Tang

in his eyes until finally they condensed into

hadn’t come back yet. That way, even if there

Luo’s method of testing the Star Core was straightforward – he gripped it and circulated

Star Core. First, it looked exactly like the Star Core in his Dantian. If the Dantian’s Star Core could transform one element of Spiritual Energy into three, this real-world Star Core should be able

no more than a common cultivator; after speeding up his cultivation threefold, he gained a reputation as a prodigy. If he gave the Star Core to his father, the real martial arts genius Tang Sen, one normal day of accumulation would triple to 15.6. Wouldn’t that

be a bad thing. At least he could experience what it felt like to be a second-generation power player. The

also had some small ambitions in his heart. If the real-world Star Core did not conflict with the Dantian’s Star Core, then the two paths of Spiritual Energy in his real-world Star Core could be transformed into six, and the Dantian’s Star Core could then transform the